The waiting seemed endless. She spoke to her sweet slave only moments ago. But when this sadistic mood takes over, nothing is ever fast enough or hard enough. She needed her . Now! Soon her Demons would be exorcized.
Her palms cupped and relaxed against the leather that hung at her side. The infamous " Baby. " A gift from a dear friend many years ago, that became a treasured weapon. The Bullwhip was handmade, in her favorite burgundy color. Soft pliable leather that could sing in the wind. She remembered how Daniel had enjoyed teaching her to use it properly. And how the lessons had fueled their passion. She rarely went anywhere without her. But that was then and this is now. She unsnapped the coil and let her swing loose.
Breathing deeply of the leather scent, she let Baby slide across her bare back and shivered. Baby just made her feel more in control when she felt a vicious mood coming on. She was definitely in a mood. She stopped her pacing and sat down in the foyer, choosing the winged back chair. Listening intently, the sound of the bell on the elevator brought evil smile to her full red lips. Crossing her booted legs, she watched as her favorite toy looked up at her from the floor of the elevator. Her sassy red waves hung loosely to the floor, her bright blue eyes shined expectantly. The lovely girl waited patiently to be beckoned to her beloved Mistress's side.
"Good evening Mistress, I am here at your will. "
Morgaine spoke softly, dropping her gaze. Her Mistress was smiling, but not her usual warm welcoming smile. She was fully aware it never reached her darkened storm filled eyes.
"Come to me, Cunt. "
A shiver went through Morgaine as she heard the command. She knew what lay ahead. There was Baby, uncoiled in her lady's lap. She began to crawl as fast as she could to lay her head upon her Mistress's feet. Covering them with kisses. Caring not that they were still in the foyer and not yet safely inside the penthouse. Her only thought was to please her Mistress, and ease the trouble in her eyes.
"Move your ass to the dungeon, bitch. You know I don't like to be kept waiting. "
Morgaine scrambled faster, praying for strength. It was going to be an intense evening. She hoped she survived it and pleased her Goddess well. She wanted this, as much as her Mistress wanted to give it. She heard the click of Mistress's heels before she ever got to the door. The impatient tap as she strode purposely behind her.
Morgaine was nervous. With good reason, she knew she was in for a hellacious ride. She trusted her Mistress implicitly, but every time this happened, she went further and deeper into the darkness before she came back to the light and embraced the calm. Taking a deep breath, Morgaine was ready for anything. When she heard the stop command she froze.
"Do not get up, but remove your robe. "
Without a word, she sat up with her knees spread as she knew her Mistress preferred and untied the sash to the satin cover she was wearing. Letting it fall from her body she never gave it another thought. She waited.
"Move to the center of the circle, prepare to present yourself. "
Inside the penthouse everything was dark with only the glow of the wall sconces illuminating the room. The darkness held to the sinister feeling that had been rising in my soul since the moon had risen tonight. In the center of the room was a circle glowing silver on the black marbled floor. The skylight had been installed for just a night such as this. Perfect for this glorious full moon. Shining high in the darkened sky it gave spotlight to the slave now waiting within its eerie glow.
"Stand and Spread, " I command .
Morgaine rose as gracefully as a swan. Extending her body into the moonlight, she lifted her arms up toward the heavens and spread her long legs as far as she dared and still hold her balance. The Moonlight made the diamonds on her collar sparkle as she tilted her face up into the silver rays of the moon.
Standing 5'10 she was no mere slip of a girl, but a gorgeous Amazon of pure womanhood. Perfectly pale skin and legs that went on for days. Magnificent curves, soft rounded full breasts that begged to be touched, featured the gold nipple rings with a single diamond dripping from each perfect tip. The anniversary gift for last year. A mountain of long deep red waves with golden highlights draped down her back, to a perfectly spankable ass that just screamed for hand prints as she glowed within the circle of light .
I stood, circling her, enjoying the way she presented herself to me. Proud and regal, prepared to accept whatever I chose to do to her. She would submit to my every evil desire. She was Mine. Only those with a rare quality could capture my attention the way this slave had. She was special. An antidote for my poison.....
2 hours earlier....
"Jackson! Would you draw my bath, please? I'll be there in ten minutes. "
I spoke aloud knowing he would hear me without yelling. The man had the most amazing hearing of anyone she had ever known.
"Yes, Madam, It will be done. "
"Thank you, Jackson.
Picking up the phone I dialed her number. It rang twice before she answered. Controlling my impatience, I firmly said,
"Be here at 7, you have two hours, no excuses. And Pet? This is not a night to be late if I were you. " I didn't even wait for the " Yes, Mistress " , before I hung up the phone.
I dressed selectively for this evening. Bathing carefully and anointing my body with my favorite sandalwood oil. A lovely decadent short leather skirt, with a matching corset, tied with a bright red ribbon, fit me like a glove. Jackson sure knew how to tighten a corset on a woman.. I smiled. Thinking of my friend and houseman. He took good care of my needs.
Sitting at my dressing table I pulled on my thigh high boots. Choosing the 3inch heeled one's for my own comfort tonight. I just love the clicking sound they make when I circle my beautiful pet. A simple gold chain hangs between my full cleavage displaying a gold medallion of the moon. Medium gold hoops adorn my ears, but no rings shine on my hands tonight. Only long deepest crimson nails and matching toenails.
Pulling my long hair back I flip it neatly up into slick French twist and secure it. A bit severe for my normal style but it fits my evil mood. I darken my eyes with a black kohl shadow. The blue deepens as the colors blend. Crimson lips to match the nails. Elbow length leather gloves, with the fingers cut out, to finish my ensemble. I study my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror in my room momentarily. Feeling a fire within me burning to be set free, and looking very much like the Queen Bitch I am tonight, I take a deep cleansing breath and reach for my trusted friend, Baby. A flick and a twist and she cracks like the lightning I love. Oh how I love that sound. The only thing better was a sweet slut's scream's begging for mercy.
I wandered through my dungeon home. Touching its dark beauty. Everywhere you looked there was something to play with. There were, of course, normal pieces of furniture. All of it in black leather. But it had been modified to my specifications with hooks and rings for securing a pet anywhere you needed to.
Blood red pillows were scattered around the room in all sizes for the comfort of her friends sub or slave to kneel upon. After all, this wasn't Better Homes and Gardens. This was the Penthouse Dungeon, My Sanctuary. Vanilla type people did not visit with me here. No, that would never do. But lifestyle friends had a different perspective on the types of things that happen here. Where the wicked were indulged and cast their sights on consensual bdsm scenes.
I lit only one candle for the warm scent of fireside to fill the room. I wanted nothing to take away from the moonlight upon my slave. I turned on the soft glowing sconces that barely lit a path to the center of the room. I made the rest of the preparations for tonight smoothly. Checking many toys, crops, and whips, making sure what I wanted was within an arm's reach at a moment's notice. A beautiful flogger was laid out and ready to be taken on a whim. My second favorite toy. See you soon, sweetheart as my hand gave her a pat. Wintergreen oil and Neosporin sat on a table for those mishaps that are bound to happen on occasion. Well the wintergreen oil was more for tingling a red bottom even longer. Wicked laughter filled the room. The chains were gleaming and the cuffs were soft and pliable.
Everything was ready. I paced the dungeon over and over back and forth. Twisting and flicking Baby, so a continued source of thunderous cracking filled the air. I would stop ever so often and let my gloved hand caress over a chain, under the spanking bench, up and over the St. Andrews Cross down to the fondue pot of melted red wax.....
"MMM " I sighed, " I am feeling ravenous! "
Twenty more minutes.
While she waited for her victim, she let her mind drift to the first time she had taken her slave into her sanctuary. It was one of her favorite memories in their time together. While Morgaine was not new to the bdsm life, she was new to playing with a woman. She remembered thinking the minute she saw her she had to have her. Therein began the courtship of convincing her to serve a woman. She was between relationships and it worked to my advantage that she missed playing on a regular basis. After a couple of weeks of talking and getting to know one another on a meaningful level, she agreed to come to the penthouse.
She was breathtaking. She had followed my orders to a T. She dressed in exactly what I sent her. Dressed all in white, like a virgin on her wedding night, just like I knew she would. A simple white lacy baby doll with a white satin thong, that barely covered anything anyway. Her toes were perfectly pink and matched her fingernails. Red hair shining like a fresh strawberry waiting to be picked. That fell loosely over her sparkling blue eyes. A white collar and cuffs already adorned her wrists and ankles and neck. With both of us being well into our 30's it surprised me how innocent looking she was. She was the sacrificial lamb being led to the alter in the Demons lair.
"You've done well, little girl, your compliance pleases me. You look radiant. "
I tell her softly in her ear .
"Thank you, Mistress "
I approached her. Her eyes watch mine without flinching. I fasten her wrists to the hanging chains and do the same with her ankles. Watching her body open like a flower. I notice the satin covering her sweet pussy does nothing to cover the strawberry curls beneath it. Or change the fact I could smell her already dripping with anticipation. I inhaled deeply of the intoxicating scent of aroused womanhood. But did not touch her. It just added fuel to my fire. I stood, rising up square in front of her, looking into her pretty blue eyes.
"This is the only chance you will have to run, Cunt. "
